The Young Miss left today, and suddenly it seemed quite
quiet. No suspicious behaviour in the
maternity ward, a bit more mucking out lower pen, and it was time for
pancakes. I am not really into religious
festivals, finding them to be a curious mix of the pagan, the catholic, and
semi-Christian in their nature. However,
Pancake Day, with no palpable spiritual worth, is one day that can safely be
celebrated. This means eating pancakes!
The tradition in the farm is for lemon and sugar. Now, for me, this brings back memories of
crunchy grainy sugar with jiff squirted over it. All quite dreadful, I am sure you will
agree. I really hate eating sugar – and
never could bear it on cereal either. However,
having ascertained that maple syrup was available, I did condescend to trying
one. At least here, it was caster sugar,
which is much finer, and real lemon. And
I will agree, it was much better than with granulated sugar and jiff. But the syrup alternative remains my
favourite, so I washed down the lemony one with three syrupy ones. Very nice indeed. Happy Shrove Tuesday!
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